My daughter took the photograph. This is the first summer after my sister died.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #149: Words/Characters/Books.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday 124.
Just my current journal and a pen and a coffee pot. But I am thinking of the people flooded in Houston and how they would like just a clean counter and a dry journal and a coffee pot with electricity.
Our house was flooded when my family first moved to Alexandria, Virginia. We were not in danger, but the water backed up and started pouring into our basement, full of boxes of books. First we rescued my mother’s etching press engine. It was so heavy we could barely get it up the stairs. Then boxes and boxes of books. I was fourteen and the water was cold and dirty and reached to the tops of my thighs.
We pulled everything we could upstairs and then emptied boxes. We had wet books everywhere and threw tons away.
We sat on the porch. The water was six inches deep in the middle of the road. The buses still ran, and a wave would come lap our steps every time one went by.
Prayers for the flooded people in Texas and the people in dire straights everywhere.
I am deeply grateful for the mundane…
I was writing in my journal in the garden yesterday morning and this tiny bug kept crawling into it…. I worried that I would squash it. I took photos and then encouraged it onto a piece of grass and onto the ground.